my chaotic scribblings: August 2018

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Magic Mushrooms out of dreams.
Acid sipping in the air.
Smoking chilams every day.

Please, please take me away.
Fly me back to Magic Land.
Oh, Lord give me your hand.
I wanna live, i wanna stay.
Please, please take me away.
Please, please don t let me stay.
No, no not one more day.
Oh, please take me away.

Babas flying in the air.
Smokings chilams every day.
Finding opium on my way.

Please, please take me away.

Breakfast, chai and morning smoke.
Full moon parties full with hope.
Valium for a trying day.

Please, please take m e away.

Bang lassy in Ratjastan.
Sugar brown takes what i can.
Sugar white has evil ways.

Please, please take me away.

Ganja leaves and Charras cake.
Drugstore speed keeps me awake.
Cosmic dreams and inner ways.

Please, please take me away.
Take me back to Charras Land.
Oh Shiva, give me a hand.
Fly me back to Charras Land.

Magic, magic Shiva Land.
Shiva, Shiva, Magic Land.

I seem to remember having written this story somewhere in 1993 or 1994 while being on my spiritual quest, was it on the beahces of Goa, or maybe Karnataka, stoned out of my crazy head, travelling India's holy places that are frequented by European pot heads...

An invation of pot addicted hippies living in the wrong time and place, cherished social wellfare a good way to live it up in a third world country where the necessary drug of choice was cheap and of good quality...

found it in an old sketchbook the other day.